To begin with, I need to tell you about my fellow supervisor, A. A is a good person, who provides excellent customer service. However, she also has a temper (she blames the mix of Irish and German blood in her), and she won't put up with any crap, from customers are otherwise. Because of this, I tend to assume any SC's she deals with were at least partially exasperated by her temper.
But this one... Considering I only had to deal with him for less than 5 minutes over the phone and *I* wanted to slap him, well, this one is all on him.
The story, as best as I can collect it, is this.
A was running the day shift at Pizza Castle Hawk, while I'm scheduled to run the night shift. Early in the day (Im thinking around 1 though I don't remember for certain what time the order said when I looked it up), we get a call from The Tyrant.
Red Flags start going up immediately. The Tyrant will not give us his name or phone number. Honestly, we should have cancelled right there. Name and Phone Number are, you know, kinda required for Takeout orders. But he was already being a rude, inconsiderate jerk, so A decided it would be best just to take his order and get it done with.
He wanted 12 Large, Thick Crust Pizzas, 10 of the current special, and 2 others. No problem, we can do it.
And then he demanded (Not asked, DEMANDED) that it be done in 20 minutes. Now hold on one minute there sparky. 12 Pizzas in 20 minutes with our slow period staff? Especially the thick crust pizzas which take longer? We can't do that. Laws of physics and cook time and all. A offers him 30 minutes, and he becomes very abusive, absolutely DEMANDING 20 minutes.
Well, they managed to squeeze it out in 25, barely. And here, things get fuzzy. I know that A lost her temper at this point after he started yelling at her. Apparently, the police were called (but didn't actually come). And somehow during all this confusion, the discount for the current special didn't get applied.
Which caused him to call back later and start screaming again.
So, I walk into my shift and hear all this backstory. A hands me a new reciept, gives me the sory, and tells me we fixed the prices on our end, however the bank (who we have no control over) will probably put a hold on the final amount for a day or two, and to tell the jerk to NEVER CALL US AGAIN.
So I get to spend the whole day waiting for this call. Finally, around 8:30, The Tyrant finally calls back.
Here's where I knew this wasn't A's fault. The guy was still hyperventalating. It had been at least 7 hours, and he was still so enraged that he couldn't breath properly.
He says, quote "My name is John (Or maybe Rob, Tom, or something. It was a short, common name, and I honestly forgot what it was at the end of the call, which will become important in a second), Are you the GM?!"
I tell him that I'm the shift supervisor, and try to ask what I can do for hi- "WHAT IS THE NAME OF THE GENERAL MANAGER?"
Well, the store manager is T, and the store owners are B and M- "WHAT ARE THEIR NUMBERS? I had the WORST experience ever this afternoon and someone NEEDS TO BE FIRED"
I pause for a second, briefly considering giving out the number of the store owner as a subtle bit of revenge, but decide not to because even they don't deserve this.
"Well I don't have their numbers but B can usually be found working at our other store. It's number is XXXXXXXXXXX"
"WELL OK. I NEED to contact him. But I won't give you my phone number for security reasons! But I want you to leave a WRITTEN NOTE for him. Got that, a WRITTEN NOTE!"
"Uh... Ok? What would you like that note to say-"
"Say that I am VERY UNHAPPY and NEED TO CONTACT HIM. And you WILL leave A WRITTEN NOTE UNDERSTAND? GOODBYE!" *Click*
So my instructions are to leave a written note that some dude who's name is John (No last name!) is very angry and needs to contact you, but gave me absolutely no information to do so with. Got it. Right. Thanks for that drive by brush with absolute craziness. Hey wait - he didn't even give me a chance to tell him we corrected the price of the order. Oh well.
So then I'm cashing out at the end of the night, and my cashout is $250 short. BUHWHAAAAA? It's not in cash... it's in credit cards. Which, as far as I know, shouldn't be possible, because it's all automated within the system. So I leave a note, (including a bit about the angry guy) and give up and go home. And on my way home, I realize that 250 bucks... would be the price of those 12 pizzas. Did that guy... dispute charges? Or something crazy like that?
Uhoh.
I have a feeling I haven't heard the end of The Tyrant yet. If I find out more, I'll post an update.
But this one... Considering I only had to deal with him for less than 5 minutes over the phone and *I* wanted to slap him, well, this one is all on him.
The story, as best as I can collect it, is this.
A was running the day shift at Pizza Castle Hawk, while I'm scheduled to run the night shift. Early in the day (Im thinking around 1 though I don't remember for certain what time the order said when I looked it up), we get a call from The Tyrant.
Red Flags start going up immediately. The Tyrant will not give us his name or phone number. Honestly, we should have cancelled right there. Name and Phone Number are, you know, kinda required for Takeout orders. But he was already being a rude, inconsiderate jerk, so A decided it would be best just to take his order and get it done with.
He wanted 12 Large, Thick Crust Pizzas, 10 of the current special, and 2 others. No problem, we can do it.
And then he demanded (Not asked, DEMANDED) that it be done in 20 minutes. Now hold on one minute there sparky. 12 Pizzas in 20 minutes with our slow period staff? Especially the thick crust pizzas which take longer? We can't do that. Laws of physics and cook time and all. A offers him 30 minutes, and he becomes very abusive, absolutely DEMANDING 20 minutes.
Well, they managed to squeeze it out in 25, barely. And here, things get fuzzy. I know that A lost her temper at this point after he started yelling at her. Apparently, the police were called (but didn't actually come). And somehow during all this confusion, the discount for the current special didn't get applied.
Which caused him to call back later and start screaming again.
So, I walk into my shift and hear all this backstory. A hands me a new reciept, gives me the sory, and tells me we fixed the prices on our end, however the bank (who we have no control over) will probably put a hold on the final amount for a day or two, and to tell the jerk to NEVER CALL US AGAIN.
So I get to spend the whole day waiting for this call. Finally, around 8:30, The Tyrant finally calls back.
Here's where I knew this wasn't A's fault. The guy was still hyperventalating. It had been at least 7 hours, and he was still so enraged that he couldn't breath properly.
He says, quote "My name is John (Or maybe Rob, Tom, or something. It was a short, common name, and I honestly forgot what it was at the end of the call, which will become important in a second), Are you the GM?!"
I tell him that I'm the shift supervisor, and try to ask what I can do for hi- "WHAT IS THE NAME OF THE GENERAL MANAGER?"
Well, the store manager is T, and the store owners are B and M- "WHAT ARE THEIR NUMBERS? I had the WORST experience ever this afternoon and someone NEEDS TO BE FIRED"
I pause for a second, briefly considering giving out the number of the store owner as a subtle bit of revenge, but decide not to because even they don't deserve this.
"Well I don't have their numbers but B can usually be found working at our other store. It's number is XXXXXXXXXXX"
"WELL OK. I NEED to contact him. But I won't give you my phone number for security reasons! But I want you to leave a WRITTEN NOTE for him. Got that, a WRITTEN NOTE!"
"Uh... Ok? What would you like that note to say-"
"Say that I am VERY UNHAPPY and NEED TO CONTACT HIM. And you WILL leave A WRITTEN NOTE UNDERSTAND? GOODBYE!" *Click*
So my instructions are to leave a written note that some dude who's name is John (No last name!) is very angry and needs to contact you, but gave me absolutely no information to do so with. Got it. Right. Thanks for that drive by brush with absolute craziness. Hey wait - he didn't even give me a chance to tell him we corrected the price of the order. Oh well.
So then I'm cashing out at the end of the night, and my cashout is $250 short. BUHWHAAAAA? It's not in cash... it's in credit cards. Which, as far as I know, shouldn't be possible, because it's all automated within the system. So I leave a note, (including a bit about the angry guy) and give up and go home. And on my way home, I realize that 250 bucks... would be the price of those 12 pizzas. Did that guy... dispute charges? Or something crazy like that?
Uhoh.
I have a feeling I haven't heard the end of The Tyrant yet. If I find out more, I'll post an update.
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